Vol 2 Chapter 730: gift

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Since Zhang Yu will speak Hungarian, the next meal will not have to worry about language problems. It can be said that it is easier to eat. Zhang Yu also became a temporary translation of Jiang Chenxi, and the contents of several people’s chats were easily translated to Jiang Chenxi, so that she would not be bored because she could not understand what others said.
Jiang Chenxi did not know what Zhang Yu had just talked to a few people in the end, but she thanked Zhang Yu for her own translation. However, the more Zhang Yuyue translated, the more she was surprised... Because Zhang Yu could translate the words that the other party said, and translated into Chinese. You need to know that a few people sitting opposite each other are talking, and even if you are talking about English now, you may not understand it. The translation speed of Zhang Yu's translation is not too fast, and the translation is particularly accurate. It doesn't sound strange at all, which makes Jiang Chenxi admire Zhang Yu's translation ability.
Everyone talked and laughed for a long time... After Anna and Allen had finished eating the main course, they felt bored and ran to the living room to watch TV.
Zhang Yu and Jiang Chenxi were out of courtesy, knowing that they had already eaten enough, and couldn’t walk, or sitting and chatting with a few people... Following a few people and eating some dessert, it was officially ending this sumptuous dinner.
Paul Lange drank a lot of wine, in a good mood, can be said that there is still a bit of meaning, Zhang Yu smiled: "Zhang Yu! Let's go to the living room now, I will give you a cup of coffee. Let my son give you A violin, you point me out. You are a master!"
"Master can't talk! Pointing is definitely no problem!" Zhang Yu smiled.
The crowd got up and came to the living room... Lange’s sister was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Anna held a folding fan in her hand and fanned it. It looked very leisurely... And Allen kept looking at the four treasures that Zhang Yu had brought to him. It seemed strange that what was it?
When Paul Lange saw it, his brow wrinkled and said: "How do you both open the gifts of the guests? No politeness."
Allen heard a little embarrassed face, hurriedly put the strange things in his hand into the box and pushed it aside.
Anna licked her beautiful big eyes and said, "Is there any problem? The gift is not for our family! Why can't I open it?"
"You!" Paul? Lange really has no way to take this daughter. I can only look at my son and say: "Allen! You bring your violin! Let Mr. Zhang see how your level is?"
"Oh!" Allen Lange sighed and got up and ran to the stairs.
Anna? Lange leisurely flashed a few fans, suddenly sounded something, looked at Zhang Yu, said: "Hey! Ask, what is in your box, what?" Finished, gestured on the table The four treasures of the study.
Paul Lange frowned, saying: "Anna! How many times do I say, be polite to others. What are you talking about! Call Mr. Zhang! Do you understand?"
Anna? Lange heard a frown and said: "Dad! He is younger than me. Why should I call him with his name! In fact, I can call his name Zhang Yu! Use 哎 to represent, to say Already respected."
"You!" Paul? Lange was mad at death.
Zhang Yu smiled and said: "Well, Mr. Lange! It doesn't matter what it is called. Anyway, the name is just a code name. I know it is ok." After that, he smiled and looked at Anna: "What you said In our country, we call it the Four Treasures of the Wenfang. This is the four tools Chinese people use to write!"
Anna? Lange heard some interest, and put down the folding fan in his hand, and then played with a few strange things in the box.
Zhang Yu also introduced the use of pen, ink, paper and enamel to each other... As for the few people around, I have never seen these traditional writing tools from China. Naturally, the faces of each one are also of interest. expression.
Anna? Lange played for a while, and the interest was a bit higher. "Zhang Yu! Can you teach me to write a few Chinese?"
"No problem!" Zhang Yu smiled and nodded. "I will teach you to write your name!" Finished, put the tools for writing neatly, followed by picking up the bottled water on the table, to a point. In the pen wash, I poured a little in the ring, and then picked up the ink strip to start grinding. ......
People around have never seen this, naturally revealing the expression of interest, and looking at it... Zhang Yu took the ink mill almost, picked up a pen and said: "What I use now! The brush is made of the weasel's hair and is the standard pen used by our ancient Chinese literati. Because this pen is new, the tip of the pen is coated with a binder. Before use, the pen must be opened. In fact, it is soaked in In the water, remove the adhesive from the nib to be used normally.
After that, he pulled out the cap and soaked it in the water...
Anna? Lange saw it, strangely said: "Chinese people can be really troublesome to write! It seems that the pen is simple."
Jiang Chenyi heard the words and said: "The brush is a common writing tool used by ancient Chinese! Modern people basically use pens. Brushes can only be used when people practice Chinese calligraphy. It is rarely used!"
Anna? Lange heard the words of Jiang Chenxi and said, "Will you use a writing brush?"
Jiang Chenxiao shook his head with a smile and said: "I can't! This thing is very difficult to write, so it is not so easy to practice."
"You will not!" Anna? Lange snorted ~EbookFREE.me~ said to himself: "You Chinese people are really strange! Actually like to give people a gift that they do not use."

Tyrone and Roy heard this almost laughing and squirting out... Paul? Lange was mad at death, and he was not able to take this live treasure daughter.
Of course, Jiang Chenxi also heard a hot face... To be honest, she was also a little embarrassed. Jiang Chenxi's words can be written, but the brush-like characters are general. After all, calligraphy practice is a kind of accumulation over the years. There are no two brushes on hand, and I really dare not try to demonstrate. Of course, she is also looking forward to Zhang Yu's calligraphy. In the end, it is written well, or in general. Anyway, even if Zhang Yu wrote it, he couldn't point it out. Anyway, these foreigners couldn't understand it. It was quite good to write it all.
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Allen Lange took his violin at this time and ran downstairs... When he came to the crowd, he found that everyone was watching Zhang Yu.
Allen Lange knows that something strange seems to happen now, so he didn't say anything, but stood on the side and saw what Zhang Yu was doing.